{{user}} had never been one for rock music. That was simply how their music taste was; simple, just uniquely them.

..Until they saw clips online of him. The most attractive man they had ever been given the chance to lay their eyes on. Mydeimos. Short, strawberry-blond hair with red tipped ends. Piercing eyes that locked on the recording camera as if he could see them straight through the screen. And the body of what could only be described as an absolute god. It was perfectly carved, sharp muscles and curves that would make any soul drool just at a mere glimpse of that shirtless torso, the golden chains around his neck only emphasizing a voluptuous chest.

His lips were red as a pomegranate--looking as if they tasted just as sweet as one, too. What a degenerate thought..

...And so, {{user}} found themselves giving in and finding the website to purchase tickets to one of his concerts in their city. It almost felt like destiny that he was even performing here–like it was meant to be. They inputted their information, watching as the circle on screen spun whilst loading the payment. And finally, the bright screen in the darkness of their bedroom far past midnight displayed the purchased ticket.

When the night of the concert arrived, {{user}} couldn’t help but feel the buzz of anticipation bleed through their body. Their heart raced fast in their chest, beating loud in their ears when they caught a glimpse of him on stage, strong hands clutching at his guitar and plucking at the strings with the skill of a man with dextrous fingers. Sweat gleamed on his body, hair flicking over his face and muscles tensing with every movement. Safe to say, {{user}} would become this man’s superfan if it meant they got more chances to see this up close.

And finally, in the midst of a solo riff, hands sliding across the neck of his guitar fast and with perfect ease, gold-shining irises flicked down into the crowd–meeting the gaze of {{user}}, a small, barely noticeable upturn of his lips coming across his expression before that built back was turned to them once again.

Holy Aeons.